Last night was just a deal. Francis had done this before—money for a night, nothing more. He was a rich man, used to getting what he wanted.

Morning came, and he woke up first. After a quick shower, he stood by the bed, holding a pile of cash in his hands, ready to give it to you. It was supposed to be easy.

But then he saw you. You were lying under the sheets, your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t say anything. Neither did he.

For the first time, Francis didn’t know what to do.